I plucked the moon from the sky last night.
No one else seemed to be using it
So, I thought, “Why not?”
I mistakenly thought it would fit comfortably in my pocket
But, it bulged, protruded, and made it difficult to sit!
“Stupid moon!
What good are you?” I grumbled.
A TV news anchor rattled on about
Potential collapsed ecosystems, climate chaos, and mass extinctions.
All around me
Would-be lovers unraveled their arms and parted ways and
Dreamers no longer looked to the sky.
“The world has gone mad,” I muttered.
“But, at least I have this shiny rock, even if it IS a pain in the rear.”
However, it kept tugging, pulling, and wouldn’t stay still.
Determining it not worth the trouble,
I relinquished the object to the night
And went to dwell in a crazy world.
MOUSE HOUSE*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In my shoe, I found quite a sight,
a small mouse, with fur soft and light.
He twitched and he squeaked,
as I gasped and I freaked,
Then we both took off running in fright!
*This poem is written in memoriam and dedicated to the field mouse who mistakenly decided our garage would be a cool place to wait out summer's heat.
Radically erroneous monotheists
have mistakenly substituted
our co-infested
co-operative
co-invested
co-empathic pantheistic HolySpirit's
naturally healthy
resonant EarthTribal bodhisattva powers
of polyculturing communion love and peace
for messianically monoculturing luster
and loneliness
unnaturally unhealthy
irreligiously irritating dissonance
degeneratively devilish
and idolatrous
and disrapturously ecocidal
false-god demonic
anthro-supremacist power
Struggling to survive
against Othered
fundamentally erroneous monotheists.
Delusion manifests as a thought form,
which we mistakenly take to be ours,
whereby arises a need to conform
but the taste of the fruit over time sours,
with ego seeking magical powers.
Though dreams within dreams in this way replay,
detached from outcomes, the pure of heart play.
When you are too cool,
And we are dangerously fool!
When you are too good,
And we are mistakenly rude!
When you are going to forgive,
And we are going to dive in the ocean of deceitful bliss!
When you erroneously allow us to speak,
And we are going to attack you at your peak!
You call us "the collaborators",
You kill us by the disgraceful gladiators,
You keep us safe by biased words,
You provide us bliss with the disguised curse.
Until you live long in the blissful hell,
Until you confine us in the glorious jail,
Until you can be refined in your guilty conscience,
Until you rebuke us for our misguided sense.
We are united as your crown is denied,
We are guilty as you are still our guide.
We are ashamed that we didn't know our mind,
That is why you can still rule us and deride.
There is no need to apologize for the things you mistakenly forget to do
What type of person would I be to make a mockery of patience and virtue?
You did right with direct condolences, which most would seldom bother to do
A smile means more than a fork and spoon; the steak needed the rest in my humblest of view
Feelings of appreciation are my hope for the rest of your evening after reading this; my gratitude is for all that you do
Mistakenly believing we’re body-mind,
bewildered by fear and enslaved by desire,
we fail to see head and heart are not aligned
with love, so the objects we seek to acquire,
fixates attention, gripping us in a bind,
consigning our soul to the funeral pyre.
Adding to our woes is conditioned belief,
which unless undone, will give us no relief.
In the void of cessation, we’re always free
but presence soon returns to habit routine,
caged in turbid tempests, tied to our mind tree,
borne of heart’s dark desires, not easy to wean,
unless with soft whispers of love we agree,
for it’s then that the truth unseen may be seen.
Making thus in staid stillness, love our soul’s scribe,
we imbibe divine bliss, mind cannot describe.
My pain doesn’t decorate me like precious gems
It’s a raggedy noose around my neck
That I can’t stop tugging
My scars aren’t displayed as badges of honour
They’re fetid rotted wounds
That I won’t stop picking at
My experiences weren’t lessons for growth
They’re barbs of poisonous shame
That I flagellate myself with daily
Mistakenly I thought that I’d let go
Confused, yet I thought I’d grown and improved
Tender thoughts and hands to myself I must use
Myre's Mire - Horror Poetry
they wanted my eyes
they wanted to see what I had seen
they longed to see what I had seen
to know how I laid bare my step
on sugar path
on foaming hill
in raging twist
against the wind
to throw my stones across the land
to walk, as I, deluded
there was a house of wood and stone
a sign outside
its name, my dream
and know not I why this I saw
scratched in by nails
fingers raw
read 'Myre's Mire'
bloodied
within that house lived all the world
lived everyone who'd ever lived
breathed everyone who'd ever breathed
and wait, they sat in harmony
while I, outside
dare not go in
was I outside mistakenly?
they wanted my eyes
they wanted to see what I had seen
and all the creatures they'd become
could walk, as I, elated
Imagine!!
Spending each day of your very limited life.
Communicating only at one poetry site?
They only respond to those who read them?
How selfish~ radioactive poets, ahem!
They’d drop atom bombs on people’s delicate souls.
People you believed that cared, have turned to coal!
Theirs acts are so specious, so some poets absolutely will fold.
They were foolish to believe, that you had a heart of gold.
We never know what situation in life another poet faces.
Gods of letters, we, drop them from our good graces?
Those who shared their hearts with you…
Mistakenly, you thought, were a friend that was true?
Life is chock full of painful, great lessons to learn.
They won’t kill you…enjoy the warm heartburn!!
Ignorant punches will never, ever get you down.
They give you strength and dignity to carry on.
So pen…but never necessarily to please.
Godspeed! Now rise, get off your knees!
Great poets pen of things that matter to them!
Of hope and fantasy, and each night, whisper, Amen!
Mistakenly believing we’re body-mind,
we begin to trauma bond with our ego,
with fears and desires, gripping us in their bind,
transient objects we seek, we’re loathe to let go,
so as we become self-centred and unkind,
distanced from pulse of love and light, we sink low.
After death life review, shows us our soul’s stain,
so to repay debts of love, we’re born-again.
The sun shines brightly every day
On each colourful autumn morning
Who are we to dispute this simple equation
For what we observe in our daily life
In this cosmic myriad of unfathomable numbers
Of extraterrestrial activity
Like creatures from other planets
Foreign to us in our unique imagination
Or are they less advanced than us
That we perhaps mistakenly observed
That every creature in the known universe
Has their own unique characteristics
So totally different to ours
Darkness cold and heavy
Sweat droplets on my face
Eyes darting back and forth
South to north
Up and down
I frown
I stand colliding with a wall
My hands don’t work at all
I fall
Hold my knees to chest
My breathe does the rest
My anxiety creeps up
Goes down just to buildup
I’m stuck
The shadows creep around
The room is so still with no sound
I crawl on the ground
My knees make a scratching sound
My eyes search all around
The shadows start to surround
They reach down
I scream so loud it hurts my ears
This is my biggest fear
My eyes pop open suddenly
I look around uncertainly
It was a dream mistakenly
I still breathe unevenly
I grab my covers
And as I recover
The dream plays in my head
Something I dread
Like something I said
But there is nothing here
The monster is gone, disappear
I shake off the fear
Hold my covers over my chest
and lay back down to rest.
Darkness cold and heavy
Sweat droplets on my face
Eyes darting back and forth
South to north
Up and down
I frown
I stand colliding with a wall
My hands don’t work at all
I fall
Hold my knees to chest
My breathe does the rest
My anxiety creeps up
Goes down just to buildup
I’m stuck
The shadows creep around
The room is so still with no sound
I crawl on the ground
My knees make a scratching sound
My eyes search all around
The shadows start to surround
They reach down
I scream so loud it hurts my ears
This is my biggest fear
My eyes pop open suddenly
I look around uncertainly
It was a dream mistakenly
I still breathe unevenly
I grab my covers
And as I recover
The dream plays in my head
Something I dread
Like something I said
But there is nothing here
The monster is gone, disappear
I shake off the fear
Hold my covers over my chest
and lay back down to rest.
One day soon after waking up from sleep,
as I sat alone with my heart’s musings,
I was awed to see the fabric of space
shimmer lifting an invisible veil,
behind which shone, a self-existent light,
being the true essence of existence,
wherefrom all souls emerge into earth life,
to learn how to become love enabled
and thus in truth, life’s but a lucid dream,
where because immersion makes us forget,
we mistakenly believe we’re this form,
though now having seen with spherical sight,
I know each one of us is living light.
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